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Master, I heard the noise, but I came back quickly.

Water.

What's that?

Water.

I'll hurry back with water.

Nepka was a high priest in the cult of Osiris, the Egyptian god of the

netherworld. According to legend, Osiris entrusted him with the secret of

eternal life.

Strange looking man.

Unlike others of his time.

In actual fact, he was reputed to be a rather stunning specimen.

Although he was undoubtedly strange.

Yes?

He played chess with the dead.

I must have won his games.

These drawings are amazing.

This cult must have been very advanced in the process of embalming.

May I open it?

I have read so much about multiplication that I have... Now, then you know that

exposing the mummy to oxygen in these conditions could reduce it to dust.

Miss Locke has been enlightening me on the beauties of Egyptian culture.

I'm sure.

That's all happening to be one of them.

Only distantly.

From my mother's side of the family.

Ah. Lunch is served.

I could do with a bite.

Shall we?

I'll miss lunch.

Oh? To study these drawings a little bit longer, if that's all right.

Now remember.

Yes.

Yes, of course, Professor.

Do you have any idea how delicate our situation is in Egypt?

Yes.

Said Pasha is in the process of digging... Digging a canal at Suez.

Yes, well, you'll know that a great deal depends on our ties with Said Pasha.

Ties that your cousin seems determined to sever.

Phileas?

What now? In America, there's currently a vogue in Egyptian antiquities,

especially stolen ones.

I don't quite follow.

One of which, the mummified remains of Nepka, an ancient Egyptian priest, is,

we speak, en route to New York aboard the flying ship Aurora.

For what purpose?

To be presented to the academic community of America as the latest and

startling find of Professor Alexander Douglas, friend of your cousin's, who's

thought by some to be largely responsible for relieving Egypt of its

treasured antiquities.

Said Pasha considers it to be an act of grand theft, and it's fully prepared.

I see.

Exactly.

Couldn't we simply offer Said Pasha something he might want in return?

Yes, I suppose we could.

Were it not for the fact that Nepke is one of his own ancestors.

Dear.

Quite.

Isn't one traditionally cursed for removing a mummy from its tomb?

That depends on by whom and for what purpose.

I feel you.

Mr. Fogg, I can't tell you how indebted to you I am for your... Yes,

I am utterly devoted to my dear future.

You've always been a farmer.

No, farm is after all a natural substitute for clothing.

In most circles, that's...

Without which neither you nor your brother would have gone to Cambridge.

In any case, I am very grateful to you.

You never have managed to transport me in kind time.

When Professor Douglas told me he knew the infamous Phyllis Buck...

It is I who am indebted to you.

Such delightful company.

Deserve faster?

But surely you're not afraid of a tiny little spider?

No, Master.

Of course not.

Frederick, sorry.

Don't.

Well, if you tend to men, you'll have excuses.

The air drive?

That was in Africa.

Now this air, does the simulator work?

Seems to.

There you go.

I'm sorry. All right.

What does that look like to you?

Spider. I can just picture you in a rugby uniform.

Thank you.

Believe it or not, Douglas has always been my fifth opponent on the field and

determined to remain so.

Men do seem to overestimate their abilities.

Quite.

I'm afraid you've presented me with a bit of a dilemma.

How so?

Well, on the one hand, you're here at the gate.

With whom my relationship is strictly tied.

On the other hand, you did nearly get me expelled from Eden.

Was there something, Professor?

I thought we'd prepare our speeches.

Later.

Perhaps you should... Should?

Well, I simply meant... I answer to no man.

I hope we're still welcome at the British Embassy.

When the spider waits, its web will surround the world.

I spent a winter in the Egyptian room of the British Museum.

Well, it doesn't look very friendly.

Sort of like a tarantula. It's not.

Well, a mythical creature used to assassinate the enemies of the pharaohs.

A member of the, uh, recluse spider family. Recluse spider?

Yeah, that hunts only warm -blooded victims and devours.

Rubbish.

Such a creature never existed.

And if it did... A spider web with a,

uh... Bone.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, distinguished guests, thank you for coming to welcome our sacred

visitor. For 3 ,000 years, he has slept in darkness, alone,

hidden from the world.

But now...

Mummified remains, ladies and gentlemen, of Nebka, high priest and ruler of the

cult of Osiris, and possessed of extraordinary powers.

For those were dark days, steeped in superstition.

Excuse me! Excuse me!

Help me!

Oh, my God.

Extra, extra, read all about it. Turns out the mummy is New York.

Extra, extra, read all about it. Turns out the mummy is New York. Mummy tells

professor.

Steve. William.

Accomplish the what?

Smuggling, for one thing. Thank you.

Possibly murder.

What are you talking about?

The money.

And what are you talking about?

Passport 2 knows it. Spider deadly.

Passport 2 knows nothing about anything.

Fill it.

You do know that your beloved mentor was wanted in three countries for

trafficking in stolen antiquities?

Don't be ridiculous.

He's dead, Phileas. That must strike you as slightly odd.

Passport 2, would you please be so kind as to bring me my paper?

I'm sorry.

Melted professor.

Horrible face.

Well, he wasn't exactly what you call a handsome fellow anyway, was he?

What is wrong with you?

what's wrong with me.

I'll tell you what's wrong with me. It's you and it's you badgering me.

Badgering you.

A dear friend of yours has just died in agony in the company of a woman

about whom nobody seems to know anything who has managed completely to

destabilize Britain's already precarious relationship with Egypt in a matter of

days and you react Act as though nothing has happened.

Well, it's my duty to return that mummy. And the least you can do, Phileas, is

to help me.

What's this about returning Nepka?

You cannot return what does not belong to you.

And I have an even higher duty.

And that is to save my dear Adriana from any further pain.

I don't understand how Phileas can be so blind.

Blinded by love, perhaps.

Well, hardly.

Well, he's different, Rebecca.

There's something I can't play, something I haven't seen in fog before.

Right. Well, um, let's concentrate on the demise of the late professor, shall

we?

Well, he was older.

Maybe not in the best of health.

Well, as I understand it, he showed no signs of ill health one moment, yet he

melts into putty the next.

Doesn't exactly sound like natural causes, does it?

What's that?

No, I'll be fine. I'll be fine. Burn?

It's just a slight burn, I guess. It must be some sort of acid.

Really, Nate?

It's a tissue sample.

How about Adriana Locke's cardiac?

Joke, Jules.

Well, thank you.

George, I guess.

Right.

George.

Thank you, George.

My pleasure.

Yes.

Right, come along, Jules. Let's go.

Ashiana. Good evening.

Well, this is absolutely enchanting.

My refuge from the modern world.

And they are beautiful.

Orchids.

They grow wild along the banks of the Nile.

Make yourself comfortable There

There's so many. Bodies, Jules.

Merely empty shells.

Why don't you start about it? I'll start here, before someone... Can I help you?

Come on.

Yes, yes, we were... Looking for our brother.

Simon.

Poor Simon.

He said...

That he was going to throw himself off a bridge.

He's been so unhappy.

It's not your

fault. Some people are just born jumpers. They'll see any excuse they can

Really? Yes.

And jumpers aren't so bad. You should see what some of the other people get up

to. I had a fellow here who hung himself in his mother's corset.

Yes. Perhaps you should get my sister a glass of water.

Oh, yes.

Come this way.

There was another fellow who buried himself alive till his dog dug him up.

he was lucky. A few bite marks, but everything else was fine.

Oh, death, death. That's a strange thing.

Absolutely. And that's only a different way.

Right here.

That's an organic beast.

Some kind of acid.

No, like a venom.

From a snake?

Or a spider.

Snakes and spiders.

Well,

it's possible I suppose we brought back some kind of deadly spider from Egypt by

mistake.

The spider used to assassinate the pharaohs. The Egyptian rectal spider

species may be not mythical.

Maybe they put it in the sarcophagus.

Well, there was a spider engraved on the lid, and there was spider hieroglyphics

on the sarcophagus.

Well, we've seen lots of spiders since we left Egypt.

Oh, dear.

Maybe you brought back an entire nest.

Yes.

Yes, the professor had a spider on the plate.

I swept it off, and it was like dust.

Like the one you swept off the mummy.

And I coughed.

Like the professor, Wanda Little.

Yes, but you're not dead.

Why aren't you melting?

I'll melt.

It's a good question.

And it deserves an answer. And I will wager that this has something to do with

the female of the species.

Female? Like the semi -fashionable Adriana Locke.

Mr. Rebecca, what are you saying?

Well, there is evidence of creatures about to be extinct living in remote

places. And this is definitely some sort of incredibly potent venom.

I think it makes sense. Well, the only thing that makes sense to me is that you

two have completely lost yours.

Come on.

I'll prove it to you.

Have you ever seriously been involved with anyone?

I'm so sorry.

None of my business. I should never. Never.

You need not worry about me, Phileas.

Not as far as men are concerned.

I understand the needs of men very well.

I know how to fulfill them.

What a waste.

Well, it would seem as though at least part of your theory is correct.

Rebecca, look out!

Oh.

Jules?

No!

You can't kill it!

Maybe the last in its species.

It's getting away.

I think we should go and find Phileas.

I'm beginning to become distinctly uneasy.

But where?

She has to be in here somewhere.

It's impossible.

There has to be another way out.

The cracks of the walls?

Weasel of a woman.

But I don't see how she could have got a mummy through one.

Adriana finds her way with any man.

Even the dead ones.

Even Passepartout. Yes, all right, Passepartout.

That's quite enough.

But, Monsieur Verne... Yes, Jules?

Do you have any feelings for this woman?

Certainly not. There, you see? Part two.

Rebecca. Come on, Jules.

We have to go and find Phileas.

Miss Rebecca.

Don't you miss Rebecca me, you arachnophobic hussy.

Miss Rebecca, don't let jealousy get the better of me. You are still the

beautiful one.

Oh.

The most beautiful one.

Wait for me. Wait for me.

Yes, my love.

Diana Locke thinks she can spirit fill it away, turning him against friends and

family.

This is it, password two.

What?

This.

What? Yes, it must be.

It is it.

What?

The secret of the spider god.

Spider god?

The recluse spider was not native to the Egyptian desert, but was born on the

banks of the Nile. It must have water to survive, but can hibernate in the dry

deserts and the tombs for centuries.

As long as it stays dry.

Passepartout's dehumidificator keeps poison minimal?

It's dry.

It wasn't an embalming process at all. It was some sort of... transfusion.

And what if those weren't tubes, but actually legs?

What are you talking about?

The rectal spider victimizes warm blood.

If a queen spider mates with a human man of noble blood and then mates with a

true savant...

Of the god Osiris, there's a spiritual union, and then... You've blown ours.

Horrible.

No, no, Matthew.

We've all said there's something strange about Adriana, her power over men.

Yes, but a queen spider?

Well, the hieroglyphics on the sarcophagus do show spider and women

Fillius may be in grave danger, Rebecca.

You wait here.

Anything else I need to know?

No. Good. Yes.

Well, which is it, yes or no?

Yes.

Mr. Verne must go.

You said... The only man immune to our powers are men of the blood.

Or... Or what?

Uh, a, uh...

Jormungand?

Jules?

What about Alain Donjou?

I love you.

I really do.

Let's go.

Oh, my dear Tharis.

God of darkness.

May the blood of my sacrifice bless you. our

union and breathe life into your highest

breath that we may

Come on, fog.

Miss Rebecca.

Rebecca.

Rebecca.

Oh, Martha.

Miss Rebecca sacrificed herself for you.

I'm back.

Blood curse for Cairo.

Well done, Passport 2.

Oh, and Passport 2, I apologize for what I said.

Hmm?

Passport 2, did you hear me?

I said I'm sorry.

Sorry, Master?

How sorry?

Well, um, I'm very sorry.

Oh.

All right.

I'm very, very, very sorry.

What?

Oh, I was just wondering how... I mean...

I was just wondering how Vern here managed to so thoroughly overcome that

creature.

Oh, well, I should have thought that was obvious.

Really?

Yes.

Pure virility.